Page 8 of Idée Fixe
“I own half of it dipshit, and you’re late.”
Fuck!
I turn on my heel, making my way to the second set of stairs that take me to the announcement podium. The moment I step over the threshold onto the platform, the music stops, the purple spotlights beam from where I stand, and I grab the microphone.
“Welcome all of you depraved fuckers, to Idée Fixe!” I shout and the crowd cheers. “The place where all your dreams and fantasies come true!” Screaming and howling noises of excitement flow from each person here. “You were all given the rules on your link, but I’ll relay them now, for those of you who skip the T’s and C’s.” Looking around the room, they instantly go quiet. There must be at least two thousand people in this warehouse tonight.
The is quite possibly the most I have ever seen at any given time. The reason, this will be the final one for the next few months while we look into other areas, themes and whetherwe need to start re-hiring. Trustworthy staff are few and far between these days.
“Rule number one,” I hold up a finger. “When a Caretaker claims you, you’re theirs for as long as they see fit.Unlessyou use your safe word.” I look around the crowd again, people looking up at the podium in awe, like I’m their god. “If a safe word is used however, you will be escorted from the premises immediately.”
Everyone begins to boo. Acting like they can take what a Caretaker will dish out, but it’s rare any stay till the end. It's rare that someone uses their safe word when they come to us, usually because the people who join up are very well versed and experienced. Where most people are used to hand signals and tapping to make their partner understand what they’re feeling. We choose to have more of a verbal approach.
“Rule number two. Fighting and drug use is prohibited. If you’re found to be doing both, youwill, be escorted from the premises. Let’s keep the fun clean and safe.” I watch as Cairo and her friend push through the sea of people below, her friend holding onto her wrist, but her eyes are trained on me. Almost as though she recognises my voice. That is, however, impossible.
“Final Rule, if any of you are found to have outed the information of Idée Fixe toanyone, all assets and private information will be spread through the dark web, and you will end up with nothing.” Silence coasts through the room. “We are The Phantoms, and we are nothing if not consistent in protecting our business and the desires and safety of others within this community.”
Looking at their faces full of worry and fear gives me the biggest power trip and I fucking love it. “Other than that, anything goes. Enjoy!”
Dropping the microphone back in its holster, the music screams from the speakers once more and the people below begin enjoying themselves again.
The moment I stepped foot into the warehouse; I couldn’t hold my surprise. When Sienna said this was a neon rave, I expected it to be cheap as shit but looking at it now, I was majorly wrong. I honestly don’t even want to know how much money was put into making this place look as incredible as it does, because what the actual fuck?
There are dancers on podiums dressed in white morph suits, covered in brightly coloured paint. Aerialists hanging from the ceiling and everything is lit up by blacklight. Different coloured strobe lights dance through the open space, huge bars on either side and a DJ podium directly in the middle.
Hanging from the ceiling, mind you. Surely that can't be safe.
“This is insane, did you know it was going to be like this?”
“Not at all!” Sienna shouts from beside me and I can’t hide my excitement either. “I’ve heard stories about these guys, but it’s a rule you can’t talk about.” I haven’t been out in so long that being here makes me feel free. Most people here are dressed in a lot of fetish wear, leather, PVC, and all kinds of harnesses.
“Kind of like fight club.” I snort. “No wonder people pay themoney that they-”
“Enjoy your night!” The masked man howls from the podium, cutting me off. Dropping the mic to the floor, he crouches down, sliding himself under the steel bars of the apparatus, and dropping to the floor like a superhero.
The moment he stands, people begin to clap him on the back, shake his hand and just revel in his presence. He’s tall as shit too, well over six-feet I’m guessing. The blue neon shining from his mask attracts me like a moth to one of those shocker things you hang outside your house.
“I don’t know about you, but that shit is so fucking hot.” Sienna cups my ear as she speaks loud enough for me to hear her words over the music.BloodbyIn This Momentbegins playing through the speakers and everyone goes insane.
“This is insane!” I shout over the music. “I’m so glad I came!”
“I told you. Come on,” she nods her head to the left. “Let’s get a drink. I’m fucking dying of thirst right now.” Taking my hand in hers, she leads me through the mass of dancing bodies.
I try my hardest not to barge into people when I walk, but with the excessive amount of people here, it’s really hard not to. Keeping my body sideways, I weave my way through the oncoming traffic of people, only my fingers weaved within Sienna’s. The moment I turn a corner to the bar I’m shoulder checked. Snapping my head to the offending person, I realise who it is.
Blue Mask.
“Walk much?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. Tilting his head like a playful puppy, he takes a step closer to me and I have to crank my neck back, just to keep his mask in my eyeline. I might not be able to see his face, but his fucking scent is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever had fill my nostrils.
Spicy nodes of his aftershave mixed with something sweet like cinnamon, invigorate my senses the closer he gets. His chestbriefly brushes against mine, and I can already feel my nipples hardening at the contact.
Really, Cairo?
Sienna isn’t pulling me anymore, in fact, I’m not too sure where she is, mainly because I’m frozen on the spot staring into the glowing eyes of the masked man in front of me.
“Such a foul mouth.” Lifting his gloved hand, he grips my chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Desire washes straight between my legs when the sound of the gruff mechanical voice washes over my body. Sending shivers over my skin.
“I have some more choice words for you if you like,” I retort, smacking his hand away. “Like don’t fucking touch me, cocksucker!”
